Girlfriend has no idea what she’s coming home to tomorrow.
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My girlfriend, “Vi,” and I moved in together last month. Life has been hard on her since the end of December. She lost her comfy WFH job. Her lease expired and money got tight. I’ve been living with my (very gracious) parents since last year, so we’re cooped up in my childhood bedroom for now. We’ll be moving out within the next couple of months, as I’m finally in a position to look for a decent place.
Please bear with me for a little bit of preamble.
Last year, before we got together, things got ugly in my life. The ugliest they’ve ever been. Vi was there through all of it. She didn’t try to fix me, she wasn’t a therapist, she was just there. She’d help me out sometimes, but she’d also do things like make me PowerPoint presentations about her favorite cursed marine animals to give me a laugh. She brought me to her favorite hiking spot and pointed out all of her favorite trees. She turned over logs and told me the names of all the critters living under them.
Things got better for me, and i couldn’t help but fall in love with her. Her personality, her kind nature, her compassion towards animals, her big juicy brain, her curly hair, her everything. Sorry for gushing, she’s just kinda perfect. Onto the rest.
A couple of weeks after Vi was laid off, I hit the jackpot on the job market. A flexible, well paying, specialized gig that fits perfectly with school (getting my master’s). Between my savings and this new job, I have the means to give her something really special for her upcoming birthday.
One of our favorite spots to visit together is our local animal shelter. We met a very sweet kitty there named Maude back in November. She’s a brown tabby with a massive personality, and my girlfriend is head over heels for her. Before Vi lost her job, she had been seriously planning to adopt her. Maude has asthma and some allergies, but Vi’s last cat was a senior with far more severe health issues, so this didn’t deter her.
Even though Maude is a sweetheart, it seems like people have been put off by her illnesses, because she still hasn’t been adopted. Rather, she hadn’t been adopted. Until very recently. Maybe you see where this is going Imao.
Vi is currently visiting her cousins out of state. Before she left, we visited the shelter, and she teared up. She said she didn’t want to think about never seeing Maude again. That it would be okay, she wanted her to have a good home, she just wished that home could be hers. That’s when I knew.
I consulted my parents, and they were on board with my scheme. Essentially, “well, we love Vi, we’ve had cats before, and you two are moving out soon anyway. Eh, why not?” VERY glad they were so chill, I wouldn’t have pushed it if they said no.
Vi left, I had the big talk with my parents, and I filled out the paperwork. I’ve learned all about how to give Maude her medications, got toys, got allergy friendly food and litter. I brought her home today, and she’s already settling in just fine. The whole household loves her. I just can’t wait to see the look on Vi’s face.
I pick her up from the airport tomorrow at noon. Wish me luck:]
